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Post by maliciousmatt on Jun 10, 2009 2:20:26 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho walks down the dark alleyway. "I need to give my little baby some juice" Mr. Psycho says outloud. He pulls the mechanical object out of his pocket, its hum is quiet. "Poor baby, if you die on me... Everyones screwed" He thinks to himself. A Businessman walking down the alleyway passes Mr. Psycho. "ahh here we go" Mr. Psycho whispers. As quick as a flash, he jams the butcher knife into the Businessmans back, right into the spine. The man screams in agony. Mr. Psycho rips it out, turns the man around. "Dont worry my sad little friend, your life will be gone soon" Smiles Mr. Psycho. He then picks up the man by his throat and slams the mechanical object into his chest. It screams, then washes the man in a gleaming blue light. There is no trace of the man left. The mechanical object hums heavenly, and sings to Mr. Psycho. He places it in his pocket and walks on, Sadistically laughing.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jun 10, 2009 2:32:09 GMT -5
Flying down the street chuckling to myself with my tongue hanging out and saliva flowing freely as I make my way down, down the street. Stopping so suddenly it looked as though the rest of the world moved slightly. Cranking my head to the left, a 7/11. I walk inside.
"Excuse me good sir, I have reason to believe that you sell general goods? Well thats good I am here to buy these."
Walking around the store picking up gum, chips, soda. No faygo... Back to the counter.
" Here you go, I have this much" pushing the change towards the shopkeeper. "I'm sorry but you do not have enough, you will have to put some items back"
I stare long and hard at him, drumming my fingers on the counter. "You remind me of another shopkeeper I once knew...."
Screams of terror and a sick gurgling noise scare every other customer out and as far away as possible.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 10, 2009 2:35:43 GMT -5
"What is this group supposed to find?" Daemon asked.
"Shelter, I suppose," DeAnne responded.
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Post by Lain on Jun 10, 2009 2:41:16 GMT -5
Lain ignored the 7/11 and continued walking foreward. Im going to look for a hotel or something Lain shot into Rykers mind.
You stay here allright Ry? Lain vanished.
Okay, Let me know if you need me.. Ryker walked up to one of the outer walls of the 7/11, Leaning against it he pulled out his blue gem, rolling it between his fingers.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 10, 2009 2:45:59 GMT -5
DeAnne went beside Ryker. "What is that, if you don't mind me asking?"
Daemon just watched.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jun 10, 2009 2:55:50 GMT -5
Poking my head out of the 7/11, looking left and right not noticing Ryker or DeAnne. Casually walking out whistling while dragging behind me by the foot the mutilated corpse of the dead shopkeeper, his jaw ripped off. I stop whistling long enough to blow a few bubbles and keep walking.
"Mr. Shopkeeper your going to meet my other shopkeeper and you two will be friends and we'll have picnics in my funhouse and oh it will be barrels of fun!"
His hand gets stuck on a jut sticking out of the pavementand pull me to a stop.
"Hey! None of that Sillybags! Now come on!" Pulling him like a dog on a leash that won't walk
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Post by maliciousmatt on Jun 10, 2009 2:56:34 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho walks out of the alleyway. He sees a corragated iron fence. He runs up and easily jumps over the 8 foot tall fence, neatly landing on the other side. "Exactly what i though!!"He yelled. He landed in a shanty town, some homeless people turn around. "Who are you?" Says one of the homeless guys wearing a scarf. "I am your Leader... Your president... You religous symbol!!" Laughs Mr. Psycho "Im gonna call the questioning homeless guy scarf" Thought Mr. Psycho "Hawhawhaw, Why the hell should we follow your bald ass" Says Scarf In a blink of a eye Mr. Pyscho pulls out a hammer out of his pocket, he sprints up to Scarf. Mr. Psycho can taste Scarf's fear. "Ohhh so tasty!" He screams! He starts to smash in Scarf's face with the hammer. The other homeless people scream in horror. Some of them even throw up. After 10 minutes of smashing in Scarfs face Mr. Psychos throws the body to the side, he takes Scarfs scarf off, and hands it to a new homeless. "Your the new Scarf, okay, so whose your leader?! And you better say Mr. Psycho!" Screams Mr. Psycho, followed by a sharp smile. "MR. PSYCHO!!!" screams all the homeless people in the shanty town.
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Post by Lain on Jun 10, 2009 3:02:58 GMT -5
Ryker titled his head to look at DeAnne.
"It's a secret." He smiled, tucking it into his pocket. Pushing himself off the wall he watched as Tommy pulled a mutilated corpse out the door.
Blood. He smelt it again. His eyes turned bright red. A sick smile was pasted on his face.
He shook his head violently and gave the gem a squeeze. Calm Ryker, Calm Taking a deep breath he ran his hand through his long black hair.
Hey Ryker, i think i found shelter.. Lain's voice echoed in his mind.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 10, 2009 3:11:05 GMT -5
DeAnne nodded, the gem had caught her attention, she loved its color and how it gleamed. Reminded her of something she saw before but had forgotten what. She looked at her insignia ring and wondered who she really was, then looked at Daemon who was watching her and wondered if he knew. Maybe she'd ask him later. ------
Daemon these fools just mocked you awhile ago, why are you even here? Is it that demon girl? I thought you were the great Reaper or soon to be The---hehe thats my secret-Toditous. (in prev chapt he was a demon in Daemon's head, that constantly bugged Daemon.)
Daemon rolled his eyes. He could not believe that he could hear the demon, despite him being far from Toditous.
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Post by Lain on Jun 10, 2009 3:21:02 GMT -5
Ryker tilted his head to the sky. Where you at? what did you find? Ryker concentrated sending his thoughts to Lane.
Daemon was too quiet, Ryker wasn't to fond of things he didnt understand. Daemon was complicated. Lain probably understood things like that alot better than himself, thats why she would have been thinking so much...
Come the way i went and i'll meet you okay? Ryker nodded, jogging off to the side he vanished out of sight.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Jun 10, 2009 3:31:44 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho now sits on a huge ragged couch that is planted ontop of a huge junk pile. "Now my pretty Scarfy, updates! I want updates" Shouts Mr. Psycho. "Um, the baglady has finally had her baby... Then it died... And thats all thats happened since you've been sitting there sire" Says Scarf. "Hmmm... Any criminals?" "Uhh only the kid that tried to assassinate you" Replies Scarf. "Yeahh, that rotten egg was pretty damn dangerous, bring him here and his father" Smiles Mr. Psycho, He pulls a machete out of his pocket. "Since the assassin's father made a mistake, he will be the one to 'take care' of his mistake" Mr. Psycho Laughs sadistically.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 10, 2009 3:36:00 GMT -5
DeAnne followed Ryker. "What else could she do? He seemed to know what he was doing" She thought.
Daemon sighed and followed. Damn he was just so bored.
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Post by Lain on Jun 10, 2009 3:48:34 GMT -5
Ryker was getting pissed. Here i was thinking that the only other sane male would be a little more... exciting.. Ryker sighed and continued forward.
He found what looked like the door to a hotel.
Strange.. Lain said she'd meet me here. He studied th outside when he saw.. "What the fu.." He bent down to smell it.
Slamming the door open his raced through the building.
"LAIN! LAIN! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!"
where is she.. where is she.. WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE! His eyes were starting to turn a deep blood red.
He forced himself to stop. Breathe. I'm not going to be able to do shit unless i calm down..
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Jun 10, 2009 3:50:21 GMT -5
"Here we are Sillybags, your new home. Isn't it beautiful?"
I walk up to the dark, looming shape of "My Funhouse" "Wow I must have added a bit more to this place than I thought. Neon letters, obviously not from the smae place form odd fonts and colours, hang above the funhouse gates. The razor wire still decorating the tops of the fence surrounding the horrific looking castle. The very atmosphere has changed since I first came here clouds gather around the tops of the factory funnels and a cold wind is constantly blowing, giving a slight chill to the blood and carress to the soul.
Making my way to the front doors I look around, lots of tiny figures running around carrying bags, boxes, sacks all sorts always moving bustling like a busy market place.
"I see my critters have made friends for themselves in my absence, how sweet..." Dragging Sillybags inside and up the stairs, like the last one banging his head on every step sharply to hear the skull split and crack every now and again. When I get to the top and back into my office I unclip my overalls letting them hang over my legs.
"Honey, I'm home." And out of the shadows of the corner of the room, leg scraping behind, is Mute.
"Mmmffmm mhhmmf..." "Yes Mute that's right I'm home again and we're going into buisness. So clean your ass up and get to work making pamphlets!" Picking up a pencil off the desk and throwing it at him, harmlessly.
Picking up Sillybags up again, thinking how to put my mark on this one....
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jun 10, 2009 4:04:51 GMT -5
"Finally, some excitement in my life," Daemon muttered and grinned.
He removed his cloak and his blades for wings sprouted out of his back.
"Ryker, I'll check the higher floors, I am better equipped for that," Daemon said as he started flying.
As Daemon passed the halls, he broke every door in sight. No Lain. He escalate higher and higher. Scanning and taking in all scents that could possibly be her. No Lain. At the 20th floor Daemon stopped. He had smelt something similar to Lain's scent but slightly different. It was a manipulated scent. They were not alone. ------- As Daemon left, so did DeAnne. She had wondered off in the halls of the 20th floor. She heard a scream, that sounded like Lain's cry. A peculiar Lain's cry. DeAnne smiled, she knew what they were facing.
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